So last night my President told me to stop coughing on people and to wash my hands frequently as I became a foot soldier in the coming Aporkalypse.
I saluted smartly, turned sharply on my heel, and dashed to the bathroom to scrub up.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeek! Tiny baby-hand soaps!
Oh, the humanity.
I suppose it's ok to have scores of toddlers running around holding their binkies with hooks as long as I don't spread the pig flu, but perhaps we should examine a different solution.
Ward off pig-death with soaps shaped like baby-hands